annasevenjade
I hate when people beckon me forward. Like I'm a dog. News flash: I'm no one's bitch. I come and go as I please. I'm way to much of an individual to let people walk all over me. That's how I got my name. Anna Jade.
What am I supposed to say here? I've never had a manager. I'm somewhat relieved. The closest thing I've had to a manager is my mum. She says I have to get a job next summer. It's about time, I suppose.
It was a pain I had never known before. Excruciatingly pleasant. I watched the artist ink my body. Tree roots were slowly making their way up my arm, tinted with greens, blues, and purples. They would remind me to stay grounded.
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